𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝘿 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏

The Entry Fee

Francis let out a deep sigh as he stepped out of the sports car that sat parked just outside the buildings of the shopping plaza. He scanned above the surrounding vehicles and out towards the bustling parking lot. Anthro and human shoppers of all walks of life go about their day. Although it was the last day for all the seniors in the city, it was a surprise for Francis to see so many of his fellow classmates in one place so soon after school. As Francis shut the car door behind him, he finds himself locking gazes with a pair of female anthro wolves as they strolled behind the parked car. He had recognized them from his classes, and it seemed as if they knew him as well. It was in that moment that Francis felt as if the two anthros were gazing deep into his own eyes. And in that moment for which felt like an eternity to him, he notices one of the anthros smirking to him. Almost instinctively, Francis immediately turned his gaze away from the girls and stuffs his hands into his bomber jacket pockets before turning on his heel and briskly walks towards his anthro companions as they delegated outside of the plaza liquor store. As he walked to his friends, he heard the faint giggle of the girls behind him. He lets out another sigh before setting foot onto the concrete path of the plaza to rejoin Sullivan and Drake.

"Alright, we only have enough for two bottles, so we gotta make them count." Drake says before handing a small wad of cash off to Sullivan.

"What should we even get?" Sullivan asks, stuffing the cash wad into his back pocket.

Drake then turns his head to Francis, smirking smugly to him. "What tickles your fancy, Francis?" The wolf asked, placing his hands on his hips.

Francis rolls his eyes, shrugging his shoulders. "Do I look like some kind of alcoholic to you?" He answers, giving a sharp glare to Sullivan.

Sullivan shakes his head, chuckling. "You know, it'd do you good to not be such a critical wussy all the time."

"Whatever, man. I just wanna get this over with." Francis says, letting out a soft huff before strolling over to the concrete wall of the plaza building and leans up against it.

"I guess I'll just get a bottle of tequila and Jack. Let's just pray that this store doesn't have any of those ID scanners." Sullivan says, scanning around the shopping plaza.

"This store is run by one of those Middle Eastern guys. Chances are he won't even touch the thing." Drake says, stuffing his hands into his pants pockets.

"Alright then, wish me luck." Sullivan says before turning on his heel and proceeds to enter the store, the bells jingling above the door as he stepped in.

Drake and Francis stand outside the store in silence for a moment. Drake then turns on his heel to face Francis, strolling over to him and leans up against the wall beside him.

"So, how many babes you think we'll score tonight?" He asks with a chuckle, nudging Francis' arm.

"What kind of question is that?" Francis replies, gazing out to the parking lot of the plaza.

"A very good one if you ask me." Drake retorts, side glaring to Francis with a smirk.

Francis scoffs. "I don't know man." He says with a shrug.

Drake adjusts his stance. "You know, you might wanna get rid of that abrasive side of you before the party. I'm pretty positive that it won't go over well with the ladies."

Francis sighs before gently placing the back of his head against the concrete wall of the building. "Noted."

Drake then turns his head before leaning forward to gaze down the walkway of the plaza building. "And speaking of ladies... hotties, three o' clock."